With This Ring (To Have And To Hold Duet #1) - Natasha Knight Page 0,42

his eyebrows raised like he’s asking really?

“What was your idea about Noah?” I ask over the sound of the engine and the slapping of the boat against the waves. “And can you slow down a little? We’re going to flip.”

“We won’t flip. Relax.”

I grip the side of the boat, knuckles white. “I don’t like this.”

He looks over at me, sighs and slows.

“Thank you.”

“You owe me one,” he says and returns his attention to steering the boat.

I watch him. Look at his broad, powerful shoulders as I slip my arms into his jacket. It’s cool on the water, almost cold, but he looks relaxed. My gaze slips lower to his ass and I remember seeing him naked. How I felt him hard against me last night.

I remember how he tasted like caramel and whiskey when he kissed me, and I remember how he looked with his eyes closed. Like our kiss was sustenance. Air.

“Noah will work for me,” Cristiano says, interrupting that train of thought.

“What?”

“Noah. He’ll train to become a soldier.” He looks back at me.

“He’s fifteen. He hasn’t even finished high school.”

“He’ll live in my house. Be educated. Have time to prove himself trustworthy. I won’t kill a kid, Scarlett. And from what I can tell of the boy, he could use a father figure.”

I snort. “Like you’re a good influence?”

“Better than your brothers or uncle.”

“That’s not a very high bar. He’s too young. I don’t want that.”

“I’m not asking your permission. I’ve already spoken with him and he’s very enthusiastic.”

“What? When?”

“Early this morning.”

“You mean he knew when I came to visit him?” He didn’t say a word.

“I made him swear not to say anything.”

“Let me guess, a test of loyalty.” He slows the boat as we near the port and I stand, walking over to him. I guess he told me his plan out on the water so I wouldn’t attack him. I don’t quite have my feet under me.

Cristiano nods, pockets the key and climbs out, then extends his hand to me.

“I’m fine. I’ll get out on my own.”

“Don’t be stubborn.”

“I’m fine.”

“It’s the only way, Scarlett.”

I shove his hand away. “No, it’s not. You can let him go. That’s another way. He won’t come after you and you know it.” I look at my options, reaching for a pole for balance. But the wake of our security detail’s boat catches me off guard, making our boat bob wildly, and sending me toppling.

I scream, anticipating the splash of cold water or worse, the crashing of my face against the pole. Just as I feel the scrape on my forehead, strong hands grab the back of the coat I’m wearing, lifting me, setting me on the dock. The coat slips off my arms. I stumble when he releases me, so he catches me again, this time keeping hold of me.

“Jesus Christ. Are you hell bent on falling in?”

I’m panicked and can’t answer right away.

He must see it on my face because he exhales, shakes his head and pulls me close.

For a moment, I think he’s going to hug me. To comfort me. And I’m not sure what I’d do if he did that.

But he stops just short.

He pushes my hair back from my face, brushes his fingers over my forehead. “Just a scratch.” He holds me at arm’s length, squeezing my biceps. “You’re too fucking stubborn for your own good. You could have knocked your head into that pole.”

I touch the spot that feels a little tender, but my fingers come away clean.

“I don’t like boats.”

“I wouldn’t put you on it if it wasn’t safe.”

“It clearly wasn’t safe.”

“It was fine. You decided to be an idiot.”

“I’m not an idiot. You just told me you’re recruiting my fifteen-year-old brother to become a soldier. What kind of life will he have? I wanted to get him out of it, not embed him more deeply into it. It’s not fair, Cristiano. Not for him. Just let him go. Even if you keep me. Let him go.”

He doesn’t answer right away and for one millisecond I wonder if he’s considering it. But he gives a shake of his head. “I can’t do that, and you know it.”

“Sir,” a voice interrupts and I look up to find three SUVs lined up with men beside each one.

“Be right there, Antonio,” Cristiano says, handing him the discarded coat.

Antonio walks away and Cristiano turns to me. He wipes away the tears that I’m not sure are falling because of my near surprise swim or my getting upset about